I left my yellow, Franprix umbrella, in a tram in Milan.
I could go on forever about the beauty of the trams in Milan.
About how it feels historic yet refreshing.
But this is not about me, or Milan.
This is about my yellow, Franprix umbrella.
I hope my umbrella spends the rest of its life travelling,
In Milan, the city I fell in love with.
I hope it makes more memories there than I could.
I hope someone finds it.
I hope it finds someone who loves it more than I ever did.
I hope it finds someone who would never forget it on a tram in Milan.
I hope it finds someone who brings it with them everywhere they go.
Someone who doesn’t hide it away in a dark cupboard.
Someone who is not ashamed to use it in public even when it’s just drizzling.
Someone who could help my umbrella travel more and see the delights of the world.
Someone who could help it meet other beautiful umbrellas.
I hope it meets someone who helps it forget it was ever mine,
Even if I will always remember it as the yellow, Franprix umbrella that was once mine.